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for
drinks after she called in a desperate state.   And she remained in a desperate state.   Tears were in Liz’s big blue eyes.
    “I’ll
tell you why,” Liz went on.   “They’re
dogs, that’s why.   Every man that has
ever lived is nothing but a dirty dog.   And I have the bite marks to prove it.”
    Gemma
considered her business partner.   They
were friends from way back who co-owned, along with Reno Gabrini’s wife, an
upscale clothing store.   Liz was married
to a respectable dentist, but neither she nor her husband had ever been
faithful to each other.    But whenever he
was caught red-handed, it was always like the end of the world for Liz.   “What happened this time?” Gemma asked her.
    “The
same thing that happened the last time.   He screwed a girl and lied about it.   Nothing new happened to him.   He
screwed yet another female, what else is new? I’m just tired of him screwing
me.”   Then Liz looked at Gemma.   “Because of you,” she said, “his new piece on
the side is black.”
    Gemma
frowned.   “Why would that be because of
me?”
    “The
bitch he’s sleeping with this time around is black or, excuse me,
African-American.   And it’s all because
of you.”
    “Because
of me?”
    “Yes,
you!” Liz was angry now.   “He talks about
you all the time.   ‘Did you see how
nicely she dressed today?   Did you see
how smooth her black skin is?   Did you
see how perfect her teeth is?’   It’s
disgusting!”
    “It
is disgusting,” Gemma said.   “On his
part!”
    “So
because of his infatuation with you, he decided to go black too.”    Liz began to cry in that sing-song, tearless
cry of hers.   “What if he doesn’t come
back?” she cried.  
    Gemma
took a sip of her drink.   She couldn’t
take Liz seriously even if she wanted to.   Liz cheated as much as her husband did.   What was with the fake outrage?   “He’ll be back,” Gemma said confidently.
    “What
makes you so sure?”
    “Because
he always comes back,” Gemma responded.   “And you always forgives him, and he always forgives you, and it always
starts all over again.”
    Liz
smiled and took a sip of her drink.   Then
she looked somber again.   “You don’t get
tired of it?” she asked her.
    “Tired
of what?   Your husband cheating?”
    “No!”
Liz shot back.   “ Your husband cheating.   Don’t
you get tired of it too?”
    Gemma
wasn’t about to tell her that her husband didn’t cheat, since she could not
possibly be certain of that.   But just
the thought of Sal treating her that way was too painful to even think
about.  
    “Well
don’t you?” Liz asked.
    “Don’t
I what?” Gemma responded.
    “Get
tired of Sal cheating on you?   And please
don’t you dare declare that he’s so different than any other man alive and he’d
never cheat on you.   Please don’t make
yourself out to be the biggest fool this side of living with a response that
lame.”
    Gemma
pointed her finger.   “Don’t go there,
Liz,” she warned.
    Liz
was puzzled.   “Don’t go where?”
    “Don’t
go there,” Gemma said again.   “Don’t turn
your problems into mine.   We’re here
because you wanted to talk about your troubles.   My husband has nothing to do with this, and neither do I.   So don’t go there.   Don’t get it twisted.”
    Liz,
however, took it a different way.   “So
what you’re telling me,” she said, “is that you’re in denial.   If you don’t talk about it or don’t think
about it then it’ll just magically disappear.   That’s what you think, right?”
    “What
I think,” Gemma said as she gathered up her cell phone and purse, “is that I’m
going to get out of here.”   She stood up.
“I’m sorry about you and your husband, but you aren’t roping me into your
madness.   Have a nice night.”   And Gemma walked out of the bar.
    She
wasn’t in her BMW a good minute before she received a text.   It was from Sal, which meant it